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- THIS IS IT, MEN. ALTHOUGH I CAN'T READ, I AM CERTAIN THIS POSTCARD IS THE CALL TO ARMS WE'VE BEEN WAITING FOR. - WE JUST NEED THE CHIMPS TO CONFIRM. - CONFIRM NOTHING, KOWALSKI! I CAN FEEL IT IN MY GUT. DO YOU DOUBT MY GUT? THIS GUT HERE? DO YOU? GUT DOUBTER? - NO, SKIPPER. NO! YOU KNOW I HAVE THE UTMOST RESPECT FOR YOUR GUT. - RIGHT, AND MY GUT SAYS THIS IS IT. FARMAGEDDON. RICO, WEAPONS. [laughing maniacally] BRING IT ON! WHOO! - IT SAYS PRIVATE'S UNCLE NIGEL IS COMING FOR A VISIT. - UNCLE NIGEL? OH, JOY. - OH. THIS SNAKE ESCAPE REALLY HAS EVERYONE ON EDGE, EH, BONNIE? - [laughs] NO, CHUCK, THAT'S JUST HOBOKEN. BACK OFF, PAL-IO! I'M PACKING A PIPE WRENCH! THE BOA WAS LAST SEEN ENTERING THE HUDSON RIVER, WHERE IT APPEARED TO BE SWIMMING TOWARD MANHATTAN. - YOU DON'T THINK SAVIO'S STILL MAD WE HAD HIM SHIPPED BACK TO HOBOKEN? - AS EVERY HERPETOLOGIST KNOWS, CHUCK, THIS BREED OF BOA HAS AN INSATIABLE THIRST FOR VENGEANCE, NURSING A GRUDGE FOR MONTHS BEFORE WREAKING ITS HIDEOUS RETRIBUTION. [all mumbling and crying] - MOVE OUT, YOU NANCY CATS. - WAIT, WHOA, WHOA, WHOA. YOU THINK SAVIO'S COMING AFTER US? - BUT THAT'S CRAZY. MOST OF US WERE HIS VICTIMS. - DON'T TRY AND MAKE SENSE OF REVENGE, MARLENE. IT CHEAPENS IT. - W-W-W-W-W-WHAT DO WE DO? - WAIT, I'VE GOT AN IDEA. A SANDWICH... THAT YOU RIDE LIKE A HORSE. BUT THINK ABOUT IT. - ACCORDING TO MY PROJECTIONS, SAVIO WILL HIT THIS ZOO IN THREE HOURS. - LUCKILY, THAT VENGEFUL MANIAC IS FORGETTING ONE THING: WE'VE STILL GOT BIG GRAY ON OUR SIDE. READY FOR ANOTHER SAVIO POUNDING, LONG TRUNKS? - YOU BET, JUST AS SOON AS I OPEN THIS MYSTERIOUS PACKAGE I GOT FROM HOBOKEN. - OH, IT'S HO-- NOT HOBOKEN! - DON'T OPEN THAT! - UM, SAVIO SENDS HIS REGARDS. A-BOOGA-BOOGA-BOOGA! - [yelling] - TAKING OUT THE BIGGEST THREAT FIRST. WELL PLAYED, SAVIO. - WELL, CLEARLY, HE IS A VENGEFUL GENIUS, AND WE ARE ALL DOOMED. [all screaming] - I AM PANICKING! - WHOA, GIRL! - AH! AH! AH. WHOA! AH! - HEY, YO, ALICE, I DON'T KNOW ABOUT THIS. COMPUTER SAYS I'M SUPPOSED TO TRANSFER THE LEMURS TO-- - ARE YOU QUESTIONING THE COMPUTER? THE SAME COMPUTER THAT SPITS OUT OUR PAYCHECKS? - EXCELLENT POINT. - [groaning] NO! THIS IS A MISTAKEN THING. WE SHOULD NOT BE IN THIS CAGE. WELL, MAYBE MORT. - HELLO? - HELLO, ROGER. WELCOME TO THE NEIGHBORHOOD. - THANK YOU, BUT I-- - YOU'LL FIND YOUR NEW HOME IS OUTFITTED WITH ALL THE MODERN CONVENIENCES. TIKI BAR, BOUNCY, THRONE. crash! boing! clang! WE CAN FIX THAT. MAYBE. - RICO, WARM THIS HOUSE WITH A TASTEFUL GIFT. - [wretches] HEY, ROGER. - OH, VERY NICE. VERY CLASSY. THANK YOU. THANKS. UM, COULD I ASK ONE THING? DOESN'T SOMEONE ELSE LIVE HERE? - NOT ANYMORE. - THAT WAS INCREDIBLE, SKIPPER. I'VE NEVER SEEN OMEGA BOOM PERFORMED BY A SINGLE PENGUIN. YOU WERE AMAZING! - ALWAYS REMEMBER, YOUNG PRIVATE, IT'S THE LEADER'S JOB TO BE PHYSICALLY SUPERIOR AT ALL TIMES. HA! - GUYS, CHECK OUT MY NEW-- I'M FINE. IT'S A NONBRAIN INJURY. [gasps] SMASHED ATOMS! - [gasps] - [gasps] - KOWALSKI, EXPLAIN. - FASCINATING. THE RAY I BUILT WAS DESIGNED TO TRANSFORM SPOILED FOOD TO ITS YOUNGER, FRESHER STATE. - AND? - CLEARLY, YOU ARE YOUNGER. [sniffs] AND FRESHER. - THIS CAN'T STAND. MY BODY SHOULD BE FULL GROWN AND BURSTING WITH UNAPOLOGETIC WARRIOR MIGHT. HIYA! HA! HOO! HA! OOF! [all cooing] - HALT BABY BABBLE. - I'M SORRY, SKIPPER. YOU'RE JUST SO CUTE. THIS SNAKE ESCAPE REALLY HAS EVERYONE ON EDGE, EH, BONNIE? - [laughs] NO, CHUCK, THAT'S JUST HOBOKEN. BACK OFF, PAL-IO! I'M PACKING A PIPE WRENCH! THE BOA WAS LAST SEEN ENTERING THE HUDSON RIVER, WHERE IT APPEARED TO BE SWIMMING TOWARD MANHATTAN. - YOU DON'T THINK SAVIO'S STILL MAD WE HAD HIM SHIPPED BACK TO HOBOKEN? - AS EVERY HERPETOLOGIST KNOWS, CHUCK, THIS BREED OF BOA HAS AN INSATIABLE THIRST FOR VENGEANCE, NURSING A GRUDGE FOR MONTHS BEFORE WREAKING ITS HIDEOUS RETRIBUTION. [all mumbling and crying] - MOVE OUT, YOU NANCY CATS. - WAIT, WHOA, WHOA, WHOA. YOU THINK SAVIO'S COMING AFTER US? - BUT THAT'S CRAZY. MOST OF US WERE HIS VICTIMS. - DON'T TRY AND MAKE SENSE OF REVENGE, MARLENE. IT CHEAPENS IT. - W-W-W-W-W-WHAT DO WE DO? - WAIT, I'VE GOT AN IDEA. A SANDWICH... THAT YOU RIDE LIKE A HORSE. BUT THINK ABOUT IT. - ACCORDING TO MY PROJECTIONS, SAVIO WILL HIT THIS ZOO IN THREE HOURS. - LUCKILY, THAT VENGEFUL MANIAC IS FORGETTING ONE THING: WE'VE STILL GOT BIG GRAY ON OUR SIDE. READY FOR ANOTHER SAVIO POUNDING, LONG TRUNKS? - YOU BET, JUST AS SOON AS I OPEN THIS MYSTERIOUS PACKAGE I GOT FROM HOBOKEN. - OH, IT'S HO-- NOT HOBOKEN! - DON'T OPEN THAT! - UM, SAVIO SENDS HIS REGARDS. A-BOOGA-BOOGA-BOOGA! - [yelling] - TAKING OUT THE BIGGEST THREAT FIRST. WELL PLAYED, SAVIO. - WELL, CLEARLY, HE IS A VENGEFUL GENIUS, AND WE ARE ALL DOOMED. [all screaming] - I AM PANICKING! - WHOA, GIRL! WE'RE JUST NOT SURE WHY YOU NEED IT. - PRIMATE, THIS IS A PAYBACK OPERATION. MISSING PIECE PAYBACK. THE LESS YOU KNOW, THE BETTER. - PHIL INSISTS THERE ARE NO MISSING PIECES. APPARENTLY YOUR MODEL IS THE S.S. FISKINLUKT. - DENMARK. - ACTUALLY NORWAY. - YOU DON'T HAVE A PROBLEM WITH THE NORWEGIANS, DO YOU, SKIPPER? - NO, I'M AMBIVALENT TOWARDS THOSE FJORD-LOVING SONS OF VIKINGS. - THEY DID INVENT THE CHEESE SLICER. - WELL, PINT FOR NORWAY. - 100 YEARS AGO, THE FISKINLUKT SANK IN THE NEW YORK BAY WITH A FULL CATCH OF BRINE-PRESERVED HERRING. - OH, A FULL CATCH? OF TENDER, MOUTH-WATERING HERRING? - FISH. - YOUR MISSING PIECE REPRESENTS THE BREACH THAT SANK THE MIGHTY VESSEL-- A SOLEMN REMINDER OF MAN'S FRAGILE... [all groaning] AND YOU'RE STILL THINKING ABOUT THE HERRING, AREN'T YOU? - AN ENTIRE SUNKEN FISHING VESSEL RIPE FOR UNDERSEA RETREIVAL. - [babbling incoherently] - "RIPE" IS INDEED THE WORD, SKIPPER. AFTER 100 YEARS OF AGING IN BRINE, THAT HERRING SHOULD TASTE SOMEWHERE BETWEEN NECTAR OF THE GODS AND SLAP YOUR MAMA DELICIOUS. - [yells unintelligibly] - OOH! OOH! [glass clanging] - [grunting incoherently] - DIAL DOWN THE PSYCHO, COMPADRE. THERE'S A TIME AND A PLACE FOR THAT KIND OF MADNESS. - REALLY? WHEN IS THE-- - 18 MINUTES FROM NOW. - THIS IS IT, MEN. ALTHOUGH I CAN'T READ, I AM CERTAIN THIS POSTCARD IS THE CALL TO ARMS WE'VE BEEN WAITING FOR. - WE JUST NEED THE CHIMPS TO CONFIRM. - CONFIRM NOTHING, KOWALSKI! I CAN FEEL IT IN MY GUT. DO YOU DOUBT MY GUT? THIS GUT HERE? DO YOU? GUT DOUBTER? - NO, SKIPPER. NO! YOU KNOW I HAVE THE UTMOST RESPECT FOR YOUR GUT. - RIGHT, AND MY GUT SAYS THIS IS IT. FARMAGEDDON. RICO, WEAPONS. [laughing maniacally] BRING IT ON! WHOO! - IT SAYS PRIVATE'S UNCLE NIGEL IS COMING FOR A VISIT. - UNCLE NIGEL? OH, JOY. - OH.